Like clockwork
I pull up
the light turns red.
Decay is everywhere
We’re flinging our own shit at each other
No one can hear you from down there.
The tires are all flat
And no one has a spare.
“Hey before you get all caught up in the spiral,”
I was stuck in my head all the while
But I heard someone say,
“That girl is viral.
“I’d stay away if that were me.”
Word spreads like disease,
Not enough rest
and too much sleep.
“Work is hard,”
get in line,
Deal with it, everybody’s tired,
No more concern,
everything’s fine,
Toe on the edge of the Great Divide.
The grass on my side isn’t all that green,
Is it green over there,
or is it covered in weeds?
The only way to know is to go over and see.
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